Stars clustered together in great threads, drawing a picture in the heavens. One thinks of threads as making a cloth, a fabric of some kind. That is what the stars did in the grand stage of spacetime. As they twinkled they made a music that came not to the ears, yet to the soul. Somehow, though we watched it form far, far away amid the constellations - it was happening inside us too. We were being rewoven, remade, and the stars had everything to do with it.
"Adjective and noun associations are worthy of our consideration because by careful linkage of words such as 'black' with strong emotionally positive words (such as in 'black heavens' and 'noble black night') we can start to program subconscious bias from the brain by creating a background neurochemistry that is more positive. This keeps the prefrontal cortex more fully operational and encourages more empathy in both thoughts and behaviours. Thus society develops better through their own choices and evolves. This is part of social evolution and this kind of awareness in writers is essential."
A smile of trees greeted us upon the avenue, for our new street arced into an easy grin. So jubilant were they, arboreal limbs locked into a victory pulse, as if ‘team-tree’ had won the world cup. It appeared too, that no-one had told the flowers of the heat and drought. There they were, bonny petals waving as the brightest of flags, growing from every pavement crack.
The river bed was a happy community of rocks, all sharp edges made smooth by aeons flow. The colours, the dove greys to rusty browns, were the ink of most placid daydreams. In that water my every hope was a fish, swimming in its own path as if the water tickled it. In that cool flow, beneath the frosted-glass surface, there was time to ponder. Though thus far the odds had been stacked against us, perhaps at last things were about to go our way.
Money spiders fanned out over her palm, their tiny legs all of a tickle. She giggled. How intense they were, absorbed by a common purpose. Theirs was a sweet chaos, the kind you see in every schoolyard at playtime. Tip, tapperty, tap, tip: went hundreds of feet that weren’t feet at all. Her hand lowered to a nearby sunwarm rock to enable them to disembark. Away they streamed in arachnid merriment, this shoal of eight legged friends.
"It turns out, as obviousness would have it, that our brains (especially those of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby in this case) have been teaching us neurology through comic books and the movies that have come from them."
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"When we make daily choices that are emotionally indifferent, the sort that the money-nexus makes faux-virtues of, we build our capacity for emotional indifference at the direct expense of our capacity for empathy, and thus the conflict between money and love is laid bare."
One day the entire mountain top was gone and instead entire cities were in the shadow of a rock dragon. Its eye was as if it had swallowed the moon, for it was a buttermilk-glow. Its wings were the purple of heather clifftops and its body was a granite-grey. From its head and all the way down its spine to its tail-fins, grew great spines as sharp as any knife. It was quite high in the sky at first, then it swooped and the gale struck up by its wing-beats was enough to unroot every tree and knock flat the homesteads. The elders had said that life can be this way, the daily routine of centuries gone in a moment; this is the story of what happened next.
In the car headlamps the blizzard became a chaotic constellation. Through the all-squared forest of high-rises, along the wide avenues, the wind sang winter’s song. The air had grown teeth that day and nibbled those brave enough to venture the streets. Perhaps on summer days this place is heady with the aroma of street food, yet now it is only the mixture of ice and gasoline. Ted re-wrapped his scarf around his neck, tugged his hat to almost cover his eyes, and trudged toward the cafe.
"For writers in the next half century and beyond, a comprehension of how creative writing, neurology, biology and our environment interact will be essential for a successful career."
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